[N.O.V.A. Profile]

Name | Manhattan McClain
Alias | Inverse
Age | 26
Gender | Male
Appearance | 5' 9" - 185lbs - muscular build
Notoriety | Unknown
Variant Type/Danger Level | Distortionist - Red Level
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[N.O.V.A. Profile]

Name | Dante Manuel Romano
Alias | Sever
Age | 21
Gender | Male
Appearance | 5' 11"- 165lbs - muscular build
Notoriety | Unknown
Variant Type/Danger Level | Agile/Architect - Yellow Level
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Affiliation | None
Alignment | Idealist (Neutral Moral)
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[N.O.V.A. Profile]

Name | Sierra Simone Romano
Alias | Incinera
Age | 21
Gender | Female
Appearance | 5' 4" - 120lbs - slim/athletic build
Notoriety | Watched
Variant Type/Danger Level | Volatile - Red Level
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Affiliation | None
Alignment | Maverick (Rebel Neutral)
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Name | Johanna "Jo" Parker

Alias | Sabrecat

Age | 24 (DOB: 1/4/05)

Gender | Female

Appearance |

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair/eye color: Red/brown
Build: Lean, athletic

Notoriety | Wanted

Class/Level | Metamorphic / Blue

Abilities |

It is the belief of N.O.V.A. officers and Variant experts that Johanna Parker can manipulate the density of her body down to the molecular level. She seems to be able to use this ability in a variety of ways, both offensively and defensively. By increasing her body's density, Johanna can make herself both harder and heavier; this increases her offensive capabilities, while also making herself more durable. However, Johanna can also reduce her density to the point that she becomes nearly intangible (henceforth referred to as "phasing"). This allows her to move through solid objects (including people) or avoid oncoming attacks. Johanna has demonstrated a decent degree of control over this ability, as she is capable of manipulating both her entire body as well as individual parts of it. She has been seen switching between the two rather quickly, and has also used both states simultaneously.

However, this ability does appear to come with limitations. For one, increasing her density makes Johanna move much slower, depending on how much she increases it by. She is also not necessarily impervious to harm in this state, even with such a highly dense body; she is merely more durable. On the other side of the spectrum, intangibility renders her unable to inflict any real damage to a person or object. Moreover, while her intangibility makes her difficult to harm, energy-based attacks and explosions have injured her in the past.

Johanna can also control the densities of objects (hence the Class 6 label), but to a limited extent, and only through physical contact. These objects usually have to be rather compact and light enough for her to carry. This mostly applies to things like Johanna's clothing or small weapons and objects, and seems to work mostly the same way as the density of her own body. However, making an object too dense would make it too heavy for her to lift; conversely, decreasing an object's density too much would make her unable to hold it. She does not seem capable of controlling the densities of other people, but it is not outside the realm of possibility.







Attire |

In all encounters with Johanna Parker, she has been seen wearing a form-fitting black bodysuit [SEE: SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE] that appears to be flexible and accommodates her Variant abilities. She also has some sort of black cat-like mask [SEE: SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE] that she wears over her eyes, despite her identity being known.

Her everyday attire is unknown, but according to her mother, Johanna has an affinity for red clothing [SEE: File J-P-4297-02].

Armament/Equipment |

According to both witness accounts and M.A.D. reports, Johanna Parker has a set of Omni-Lens fitted into her mask. It is believed that they aid her vision; she seems unhindered by dark environments, indicating her Omni-Lenses likely have thermal imaging and/or night vision capabilities. In some instances, Johanna Parker has been noted to speak into an earpiece of some kind; however, this appears to be rare for her.

In terms of weaponry, Johanna has a pair of red gauntlets fitted with claws [SEE: CGI RENDERING] The intention is to evoke the image of a cat, hence her alias, "Sabrecat."



Affiliation | Pariah Underground (suspected)

Alignment | Revolutionary

Personality/Habits |

The exact details of Johanna Parker's temperament are unknown. According to her parents-who have not seen her in six years-she is very opinionated, and prone to argumentative fits. She has a tendency to assume she's right, unless proven otherwise, leading her to be somewhat dismissive of others. In general, she's very independent, often reluctant to ask for help. She cares little what others think of her, with no qualms about speaking her mind; this blunt honesty is apparently a defining trait of hers. Johanna's parents also indicated that she can be rather impatient, and gets frustrated when things don't go her way. She can be very petty and vengeful, especially when she feels wronged, with little regard for the consequences.

It is worth noting that Johanna's mother vouched for her daughter's character, despite the circumstances. She stated that Johanna is someone who can be trusted; she is a dependable friend who can be relied upon, even in bad situations. Johanna is apparently very ambitious, with an unstoppable drive to seek out her goals. She has a strong-if misguided-sense of right and wrong, and does not actually want to hurt people.



Occupation/Trade | Criminal

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All confrontations with Johanna Parker have resulted in her speedy escape. She seems to avoid direct confrontation with M.A.D. officers, though she has demonstrated some proficiency in hand-to-hand combat. She has also demonstrated impressive feats of athleticism and flexibility, aiding in her evasion of any M.A.D. officers.





Family | Jonathan Parker (Brother, deceased) | Linda Parker (Mother, alive) | Christian Parker (Father, alive) |

Background |

Based on the accounts of Johanna Parker's parents, in conjunction with those of past friends, teachers, and neighbors, N.O.V.A. has constructed the following background:

Johanna Parker was born on January 4, 2105, to Linda and Christian Parker in uptown New Haven. Supposedly, the Parkers were fairly well-off, and Johanna seemed to be a normal girl as a child. She had a particularly close relationship with Jonathan Parker, her older brother; the two attended the same local elementary and high schools, and walked home together every day [SEE: File J-P-4297-02]. Johanna was not particularly sociable, but did have several close friends throughout her time in grade school. Apparently taking after her brother's interest in athletics, Johanna took up gymnastics starting at age seven, and later began long-distance track and field at age twelve. It is believed that Johanna's participation in both these sports is the source of her athletic abilities [SEE: File J-P-4297-17]

Johanna's Variant status was disclosed to N.O.V.A. by her parents when, at age fourteen, she avoided a speeding car by phasing [SEE: File J-P-4297-04] through it. This incident occurred in a high-traffic intersection, resulting in Johanna's Variant status quickly becoming public knowledge among her peers. As a result, Johanna became something of a pariah at her high school; according to a former classmate, some students were "discouraged" by their parents from associating with her. According to Linda Parker, Johanna began to express resentment for anti-Variant politicians and public figures during this time [SEE: File J-P-4297-02]. Johanna's academic performance began to decline, and she became much more irritable.

On June 14, 2121, Johanna and her brother were attacked by anti-Variant "activists" outside of a local movie theater [SEE: File J-P-4297-19]. Jonathan Parker was killed in the attack, while Johanna was left with only minor injuries. While their assailants were all charged and incarcerated, Linda Parker stated that Johanna was left traumatized by the incident, and began to express "radicalized" political viewpoints about anti-Variant sentiments, as well as the treatment of Variants by the government. She did manage to graduate from high school, but only at her father's behest [SEE: File J-P-4297-02]. Christian Parker indicated that Johanna began to steal money from them, even using her Variant abilities to do so. In 2123, just after turning eighteen, Johanna "ran away" from home. After this point, her exact whereabouts are unknown, as well as what may have led to her criminal activities [SEE: File J-P-4297-05].

[N.O.V.A. Profile]

Name | Titania Monroe
Alias | Joules
Age | 28
Gender | Female
Appearance | 5'6", 160lbs, lean but muscular frame, her lichtenberg figures when not covered up.
Notoriety | Unknown/Missing
Variant Type/Danger Level | Volatile/Red
Abilities | Electrical generation, electrical drain, alteration of electrical waves including those in the brain, electrical sight, electrical form, generation of small range EMP, near immunity to other electrical forces but can be overloaded, weaknesses include water but can bathe lightly, grounding.

[Gear]
Attire | Augmented gloves so that she doesn't shock others along with her rubber cybersuit
Armament/Equipment | Carrys a baton just in case.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Independent with loose times to the underground
Alignment | Benefactor
Personality/Habits | Titania is a level headed person who can think he way through things as she has been trained as an EMT. Due to he power she has become a bit of a loner except when she is saving people. She has a bit of a savior complex.
Occupation/Trade | EMT with some medical practice
Skills/Talents | Medical knowledge along with talking a person through something.
Family | Her mother who now doesn't remember her.
Background | Becoming a Variant was the scariest thing for Titania. One moment she felt normal the next lightning coursed through her veins. Once she had been an EMT in a city that didnt care for Variants. Then she ran into one, the girl had been 8 years old and scared out of her mind that something was after her. Titania tried to calm the girl down but suddenly out of nowhere the area went dark and all she could hear was laughing. Then the lightning started. Her partner on that was on the shift with her grabbed Titania and drove off as she had saw the little girls face warp into something horrific. Just as they thought they had made it out a bolt of lightning struck the ambulance then arced to her and her partner. He died immediately and she took the jolt head on. It knocked her out and left lichtenberg figures all down her body. When the police found her and her partner Titania's scars were glowing with with a blue white light. She was then taken to a facility where she was locked up for murder of her partner as they wouldn't listen to anything she had to say. 6 months passed and the underground broke her out. Somewhat grateful but also pissed she took the chance to work for them but didnt get highly involved. It was discovered that she could almost kill a person when she was at full capacity so one of the underground's brightest developed her a suit that channeled her energy and regulated it. It fit under her cloths and she would always say it was because she wanted to hide her scars. In truth it was because she didnt wanna kill anyone with her hands. Going back home after a while was a culture shock. Discovering her mother now resented her she discovered a new power when she looked into her mother's eyes and wished that she could just forget her. It was like her wish had come true but later Titania discovered that she had altered her mother's electrical impulses in her brain. Titania took on more jobs for the underground but after a couple of years left to become an EMT again. Hiding her powers as much as she could and erasing the memory of anyone who say her using them.

[N.O.V.A. Profile]

Name |
Tamara Graves
Alias |
"Scavenger"
Age |
Chronologically 20
Gender |
Varies, originally Female
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Scavenger is capable of changing appearances, as long as it is given a genetic sample. Typically adopts female or animalistic forms, but the extreme variance in height and features has rendered traditional methods of surveillance near impossible.
Notoriety |
Wanted
Class/Level |
Metamorphic/Yellow
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Synopsis: Advanced Shapeshifting w/ minor applications in regeneration. Weak to extreme temperature.

In-depth: Scavenger displays the variant ability to shift their physical form into any form that they have previously gotten a genetic sample of. Partial transformations are well within Scavengers abilities, and even multiple partial transformations can be used at once (See: Incident NH-27-8-22 - Dog heads sprouting from chest). Shifting appears to mitigate some damage to Scavenger, but their tendency to avoid attacks indicates that they can be killed if struck hard enough, or in rapid succession.

The list of currently known forms that Scavenger has access to include:



Scavenger has shown partial transformations of unknown origin. these include:



Field Advice: M.A.D Operatives are advised to employ passwords when confronting Scavenger or entering her territory in "The Shanty." While capable of absorbing and shifting with organic clothes, typical M.A.D uniforms are inorganic in composition - keep an eye out for damage to fellow Operatives uniforms, particularly scratch and bite marks, or blood. Extreme temperatures severely harm Scavenger - Flamethrowers will be authorized if it does not pose a risk to bystanders. Never separate, Scavenger's Variant ability struggles in groups of armed humans and staying together prevents psychological tampering. If leaving the group is absolutely necessary, do so in pairs at minimum, preferably groups of three.

On Employed Variant Confrontation: Don't fear accidentally giving Scavenger a sample of yourself via blood - While it is capable of transforming into a physical copy, Scavenger has never shown the power to mimic Variant abilities, despite copying at least one Employed Variant on a genetic level. Experts believe that directly copying Variant abilities is physically impossible for Scavenger, as the Employed Variant they copied could mitigate their weakness to heat, and they have never used this ability when confronted with M.A.D Operatives with flamethrowers.

[Gear]
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In almost every confrontation, Scavenger either wears no clothes or uses their Variant ability to transform part of their skin into woolen or cotton clothes (See: All incidents involving "tag; Scavenger"). Occasionally will don the clothes of those they try to mimic, but seens ti prefers not to since it hinders shapeshifting.
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Scavenger rarely engages M.A.D Operatives with weaponry, usually relying on natural weapons. Once used a sidearm (See Incident NH-28-3-13) but showed very little proficiency.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation |
Currently Independent, but has worked with Pariah Underground on several occasions.
Alignment |
Maverick
Personality/Habits |
Knowledge of Scavenger's personality is rare due to their ability to hide from N.O.V.A surveillance. What is known is that they have an intense dislike for authoritarian figures, as well as law enforcement - evident from graffiti left over from various attacks (*Note: Extreme profanity*). Prior to running from her home, Tamara Graves appeared to be an avid fan of horror movies and special effects - becoming a special effects artist was her dream, according to family members. Scavenger appears to be reclusive, or at least has allies close to her territory - any intrusion from law enforcement or N.O.V.A vehicles is noticed and almost immediately punished.

The combative habits are much more documented and useful for this profile. Scavenger focuses on luring away Operatives and assaulting them using stealth and ambush/guerilla tactics. Based on accounts of the attacks, they almost always go for Operatives heads in order to knock them out and, if they fail, immediately move onto disarming weapons and communication devices. From there, they attempt to integrate into the group and pair up with other Operatives - murder is not their immediate solution, as they only have 3 confirmed fatalities in over 5 years of attacks. Scavenger excels in a group, where their guerilla-style assaults and traps/decoys can be utilized most efficiently. Scavenger's danger level is Yellow almost exclusively because of their prowess with picking individuals off, and as a way to prevent Operatives from underestimating them.

Scavenger has a habit of making scratching noises and throwing bottles and other loud objects in an attempt to lure and unnerve Operatives. This has been embarrassingly successful.

Occupation/Trade |
Unknown/Criminal
Skills/Talents |
Stealth, Special Effects, Acting.
Family |
Jeremiah and Anna Graves (Father and Mother).
Joseph Graves (Brother).
Background |
Prior to N.O.V.A discovery of Scavenger's variant abilities, Tamara Graves lived with her conservative and anti-variant family in New Haven. Investigation showed that she struggled greatly in school, and was held back in her freshman year of high school. Questioning revealed several individuals who considered themselves acquaintances with Tamara Graves, but none of them seemed to be able to answer basic questions about her, other than questions about her school life. The first discovery of her Variant ability brought to N.O.V.A attention was when Graves' parents reported their daughter's face transforming into a copy of a man that she was kissing to "Spite them" (See: Interview with Mr. and Mrs. Graves. *Note: Extreme profanity*).

This resulted in Tamara Graves running from home - it is unknown where she goes after this, but she is currently known to reside within a semi-large territory in "The Shanty." Tamara Graves was given the alias "Scavenger" on her next meeting with N.O.V.A when she mimicked a N.O.V.A official from a nearby city requesting a shipment of weapons. These weapons were delivered to their destination, where it was discovered a mere two days later that the Pariah Underground were the ones to accept the delivery, and the neighboring N.O.V.A branch was completely oblivious. This is now recognized as Incident NH/SF-24-11-17 and is the first recorded incident of Scavenger's cooperation with Pariah Underground. Security measures, as well as requests for supplies, has since been under significantly increased scrutiny.

Over the years, Scavenger has displayed more distaste for N.O.V.A Operations and activities. It is suspected that she blames N.O.V.A for her homelessness. Raids and assaults on local law enforcement are usually assisted by Scavenger in an attempt to put stress on N.O.V.A, and all attempts at negotiation have failed (See Incidents: NH-26-2-4, NH-26-12-21, and NH-27-6-26). In the event of a call from the Graves' estate, top priority should be given unless a Variant with Danger level Red or greater is present elsewhere.

Last year, Scavenger took a sample from the Employed Variant "Heatstroke" while he was stationed in New Haven. This caused extreme stress among N.O.V.A personnel in New Haven, as they were aware that Scavenger copied at a genetic level (See: Incident NH-28-4-3 and Dr. Malrich *Scavenger* Blood sample). Fortunately, even though Heatstroke was completely immune to heat-related injuries, Scavenger showed zero resistance to Operatives flamethrowers or displayed any of Heatstroke's other abilities. Heatstroke has since been relocated at New Haven N.O.V.A Branch request, in order to prevent Scavenger from using his likeness for easy access into headquarters.

Scavenger currently resides somewhere within "The Shanty" of New Haven. Sightings of oddly behaving animals and familiar human forms were used to determine this "Territory." This area should be avoided unless there is an emergency, or undercover - intruding with N.O.V.A and Police vehicles have caused severe retaliation from Scavenger and several other Pariah Underground Variants (See: Incident NH-28-4-3 and N.O.V.A Damage Reports: January 2128).

[N.O.V.A. Profile]

Name | Girard Babcock
Alias | Tank
Age | 27
Gender | Male
Appearance | 6'11" and weighs between 300lbs to 1200lbs depending on level of stress or power usage. Extremely muscular and bulky build.

Notoriety | Unknown(Girard), Wanted(Tank).
Class/Level | Brute Red Level.

Abilities | Supernaturally dense tissue resulting in a myriad of side effects many of which Girard does his best to control, suppress, or hide preferring just to be the big guy and not the big powered guy.

Super strength and stamina- Tank hardly knows his own limits but as far as stamina he manages to get through a whole work day and tends to walk or run most of the time to wherever he goes, then finally at night he does all of his vigilante shenanigans before he really feels fatigue hitting him. For strength he has managed to hold up support for a small building by himself and can easily move most city vehicles around by hand accounting for bulkiness but he has never really felt like he had to give it his all nor does he want too.

Extreme physical durability and increased weight- Tank can be said to be nigh on invulnerable to most conventional weaponry and physical forces as his body is either too thick/hard to crack or disperses force so well that has next to no effect on him at most times. This more or less allows him to act as his namesake, not to mention a wrecking ball, shrugging off incredible amounts of punishment while using his strength to return the favor to his opponents. Its entirely possible to harm him by other means like electricity, poison, or mental powers to name a few though it will definitely take more time and effort to injure him than an average person. His weight is both an advantage and detriment making him a walking wrecking ball combined with his durability but he has to be rather careful of his own momentum while moving about so as not to destroy or damage things by accident.

[Gear]
Attire | A dark green bomber jacket with a black undershirt and grey camouflage pants. He also wears an old military motorcycle helmet with a mask for identity protection.
Armament/Equipment | Tank tends to improvise weapons from his environment if need be.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Independent but open to cooperation.
Alignment | Benefactor.

Personality/Habits | Girard is a kind and thoughtful man who believes in doing the right thing even if there are ramifications. He can't help but be happy and content at most times as long as thing remain calm but he has a serious edge to anyone who starts endangering other people for personal gain or because they think they can, it makes him angry and nothing good has ever come pissing off the big man. The man tends to play off just how smart he actually is rather letting people think what they will of him while those closer to him know the truth. Then there is the side of him that feels like he is walking on eggshells with every step with just how much destruction he is capable of second guessing every action he makes. To keep some balance he tries to keep busy to focus on what good he can do now rather than the alternative.

Occupation/Trade | Freelance Construction/Handyman.

Skills/Talents | The big guy is a competent street fighter knowing how to use his size to press an advantage. Girard is also very good at noting structural integrity of a building and knows where and what walls or bits can be messed with to cause different effects. Like non load-bearing walls which he usually uses if he has to make a noisy entrance or the good old main support beam if he absolutely has to bring it down quickly. His love of woodworking has made him quite good at whittling and modeling which is his favorite hobby that he enjoy sharing.

Family | Deckard(Father), Ellen(Mother), April and Jeremiah(Younger Siblings).

Background | Girard's parents met at a local diner, Morning Glory, in New Haven and were know to be both stubborn and argumentative but generally goodhearted people even if they didn't expect to end up married with three kids later on. They managed to carve out a decent life in Ville Rouge sort of near The Shanty side by the time their first son was born and they were amazed by what they had. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his mid-teens they had an impact on his size from day one making life quite interesting for both his parents. He had a rather good life all things considered as they managed to have regular food and a roof over their heads even with the new babies though Deckard did have to ward off troublemakers occasionally but he was a large man with no hesitation to show the young'ins whats what. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life because his family was and is the most important thing to him. His parents actually bought the diner where they first met and it usually did well for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.

The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little to no thinking at the time in his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful gangers though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. Most of the aggressors were on death's door before some semblance of control came back to the big man which horrified him. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down and law enforcement never caught on to what Girard did because of a lack of witnesses and the silence from the now imprisoned gangers who either were planning an eventual comeback or scared shitless by the semi some of them thought they got hit by and had no want to go anywhere near him again.

His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but things got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all, particularly NOVA who would much rather have their own doing what he does, but he won't stop on that account. He hopes at one point or another that some of the other vigilantes and like minded variants might get together to tackle some of the bigger problems which would be the highlight of his day but until then so be it.

[N.O.V.A. Profile]


Name | Donovan Macmillian
Alias | Abomination, its the one he hears the most.
Age | 24.
Gender | Male.

Appearance | 5'9" weighing only about 135lbs. He might look athletic if he wasn't quite so thin. His eyes and veins glow green lightly in the shade or dark and he has some rather large pores on his back, no he doesn't want to talk about them.

Notoriety | Wanted/Missing.
Class/Level | Amplifier/Natural, Yellow Level.

Abilities | Donovan is host to and controls about one hundred green-black worm creatures which are quite ravenous, not to mention with what is now a wide variety of poisons, toxins, and venom, even some acids flowing through them and him by extension. It has caused some large scale changes to his body to compensate though some are his own doing. Needless to say his symbiotes are excellent at digging but their jaws are filled to the brim with teeth capable of ripping through most animals, including humans, with ease though most are fairly small requiring them to mass to cause extensive damage. There are few that measure more than foot and a half long with the largest and oldest being three feet long, Don named him Anthrax as a bit of a joke and it stuck, while being shockingly intelligent as they seem to grow older due to connection with Donovan.

Enhanced metabolism and immune system- Don has been "blessed" with an appetite that could probably hold over three to four people give or take and his body is capable of breaking down said food/liquids extremely fast. In fact it happens too quickly and efficiently for most harmful substances to cause damage before they are digested, those that do however find a gauntlet of an immune system backing it up attacking all harmful invaders immediately or assimilating them to prevent further problems from that specific organism/material. This effectively allows him to heal faster as well since his body runs so much quicker than an average person but he is only marginally tougher to injure than one baseline. His symbiosis with the worms gave another perk in the form of total immunity to most poisons, toxins and venom though the only reason he is vulnerable to some is that his body hasn't been exposed to it yet.

Rapid evolution and adaption- This facet is often what allows him to survive in the elements. His body tends to instinctively adjust to the surrounding temperature and environment though it is usually internal like thickening of tissue in the winter for insulation. Those changes tend to be quite small requiring little energy expenditure but something like growth of regenerating chitin spines on an arm or excess storage glands, which Don finds extremely useful, takes much more effort and energy. The largest limitation of this particular point is how much available food/energy there is to allow for the changes which is the major reason Donovan hasn't done more potent ones.

Hive mind telepathy and control of the worms- Part of the symbiosis Don has with the worms is due to telepathy between him and all of them at once which at first confused him trying to sort which thoughts were his own among the wave of information. Over time he has found it allows him precision control of individuals and even lets him see what they see allowing him to know what better is going on around him. The most interesting side effect so far with this is his ability to send short messages to other people around him with it, though it has to be a simple sentence or it puts a lot of strain on his mind where his symbiotes don't. His control of the worms allows him to determine which changes and adaptations they do or don't get drawing from the same energy pool for himself. Between this and his adaptations Donovan has figured out how to develop a tremor sense for himself allowing him to feel vibrations around him and know the where and what of objects or people around him. A downside is if he decides to focus specifically on it his normal vision tends to get screwy for 5 to 10 minutes after.

[Gear]
Attire | A dark hooded coat or hoodie and some old torn up jeans are what he owns currently.
Armament/Equipment | Besides the worms, which are like a utility belt in their own right, he uses chitin spines to deploy one of his various venom's or poisons to paralyze/incapacitate or sometimes kill a target if he absolutely has to. Don is not against conventional weapons but he finds them more messy and less subtle.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Is thought to have ties to the Pariah Underground, or he might just know people in it.
Alignment | Maverick
Personality/Habits | Donovan tends to be a very cold and detached person to strangers though he warms up enough to ease victims of the criminals he deals with. Trust is not a well used part of his vocabulary nor is charity so the guy tends to do everything himself and has no qualms if it keeps him breathing for another day provided it doesn't cause too much trouble for other people but he doesn't believe for a second anyone would stick a neck out and do the same for him. He is very much the cynic and sarcastic to boot when he actually decides to involve himself with other people which has been more common recently but not something he entirely enjoys, it being far simpler to stay out of sight and mind.

However, if there is one thing he particularly hates it would be NOVA's pet attack dogs who have been sent to hunt people like him down several times before. To him the fact that Variants could allow themselves to be used like they are, not to mention the fact they don't seem opposed to it frustrates Don to no end. As for the rest of the powered community he tends to stay on neutral terms if possible though he has squared off with a few in the past. His overall tendency to stay out of the way and well hidden helps with this as far as hes concerned, not to mention when the visitors are looking for trouble. He has a soft spot for other Varients in his position, most of whom he figures are in even worse straits than him, and has been known to give them a place to rest in one of the safe spots he knows of to make things a bit easier.

Occupation/Trade | Homeless Scavenger, he refuses to beg.

Skills/Talents | If there is one man who knows the city's underground like the back of his hand, Don is definitely it, because he can get you damn near anywhere in the city via the various tunnels/passages underneath the streets. He is a good ear to the ground being able to pass for some random homeless guy or listening from below the streets and buildings where he tends to pick up useful information. Is quite good at enacting and detecting ambushes due to his powers but also years of practice using the very same tactic.

Family | Don's worms are all the family he cares to know now. He did have parents obviously, Mark and Nicole, as well as a younger brother Anthony but he cut all contact with them.

Background | Donovan was born an only child to his parents and while it doesn't seem like it now his life wasn't bad at that time having lived in Ville Rouge. They hadn't exactly been ready for him when he was born and ended up sacrificing a lot to keep him cared for but in that time they wouldn't have done it any other way. He made it easy for them too being cheerful and not needing much to keep entertained, just them being around usually perked him right up. It was a good thing too since for awhile there wasn't much to go around and the family went hungry a couple of times if either parent's work dried up. As time went on the situation improved when the father got a job in NOVA interviewing Variants who came in to register and it paid fairly well. It took up a fair bit of time away from his family but he was known as a compassionate but impartial man in most cases putting more stock in the person than the power which prevented some bad eggs from getting farther up the chain as well as letting some through who otherwise wouldn't have passed because he saw the good in them. It wasn't a popular position among his coworkers but he had less of an issue with powered people then most of them but didn't prevent him from doing his job well.

Don became a more competitive boy as he got older finding sports to his liking with the atmosphere but also science finding it equally interesting because he enjoyed how much there was to wrap his head around. He was particularly fond of running and swimming which both parents encouraged because he seemed to really enjoy it, not to mention it kept him healthy which was a concern as money for a doctor was short at the best of times. His mother ended up as a police officer during this time as more Variants were starting to pop up in the same area and crime began rising which wasn't too much of an issue at first but became worst as time went on. Unknown to the family his own powers were slowly beginning to creep out starting with notably his appetite getting larger which since he was still growing wasn't so surprising but the rate which it kept going was hinting at something more. Both parents tried to figure out if it was medical or not first without resorting to a doctor but he seemed perfectly healthy just hungrier than usual. There wasn't much spare time to check in on it as they're jobs were requiring more time as crime rates went up and over time his mother became more and more bitter with the powered population seeing casualties on the force as well as civilians in the face of the higher classed Variants. This had also begun effecting the father who was having more trouble distinguishing who could be trusted or not among the applicants not to mention how upset it had been making his wife colored his perception.

Donovan's worms had started appearing around the house some time later often trying to get access to food or just moving about, a couple had even killed a mouse in the kitchen while his father was home causing him to crush and kill most of them. This had actually caused his son some pain as every time the worms were threatened they ran back to him or his room and he had come to like them despite all the confusion they caused more or less because they were a part of him. He was still their son but eventually neither parent wanted anything to do with him and they tried to turn him in to NOVA to get rid of him. Needless to say Don felt extremely betrayed which led him to outright refuse to go along with that decision to which they tried to force him. Anthrax though not nearly the size he currently is retaliated alongside some of the more aggressive worms and gave their host enough time to get out before what was left of them followed suit. That was ten years earlier and Donovan has stopped acknowledging them as anything since almost never using his last name.

The boy then and man now have worked to survive living with no home or anyone to rely on but themselves which got easier as time passed. However, as much as Don sometimes wants to he cannot deny the fact he hates seeing other people get hurt so he helps where he can attacking and stealing from local criminals benefiting himself in the process while keeping the idiots on their toes. There are other like him wandering the tunnels or streets, more now than then, which makes him feel less alone in a way as he knows of a few small groups which he keeps semi-regular contact with and many other he knows of. Donovan has done his best to help out when it suited him as well as dodge the police/government workers hunting for people like him and has seen other Variants living more normal lives get their hands dirty to help clean up the streets which he respects but has yet to contact or work with any of them. Though he is more and more considering the idea recently but it would still take some convincing if they even bother to ask.

[N.O.V.A. Profile]

Name | Logan Davidson
Alias | Titan
Age | 27
Gender | male
Appearance |

Notoriety | Watched
Class/Level | Agile/Brute/Metamorphic Red
Abilities | Body Supremacy


[Gear]
Attire | Generally Smart Casual. Which means trousers, a button-down shirt, and a jacket. The jacket colour may not match the pants colour, and no tie is worn.
Armament/Equipment | Due to his particular job, he often carries around a standard pistol, and two karambit knives.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Himself
Alignment | Vigilante
Personality/Habits | Logan believes in what is right. Also, the government isn't doing what it can to fix it. Of course, he doesn't really do anything to fight the government. Or actually, be a vigilante as going against the law never really ends well. Instead, he keeps his head down and runs his own private security firm. He will stand up to stop crime if it is occurring in front of him, but he doesn't seek it out, and will often stand down when M.A.D. arrives.
As for his home life, he enjoys alcohol. Maybe a little more than what is healthy. He likes the taste of whiskey, which is good as it takes a lot to get him drunk. Even then, he has to choose to be drunk. Making getting drunk more of a chore. He does like the aesthetic of it though. Being the guy who is always drinking makes people underestimate you as they always think your drunk.
Occupation/Trade | Runs his own private security firm
Skills/Talents | Logan Davidson is a man of many skills. Mainly because of his power. There are very few things he can do, with him just having to look at how something is done, for him to begin learning how to do it. His main skills, however, are combat focused. Being very good at multiple martial arts. He is really good at anything that requires fine motor skills and not a lot of book knowledge.
Family | Phil Davidson (Father), Alice Nicholson (Mother).
Background | Logan was born to a relatively well off family. They weren't much. His mother a pharmacist, and his father picking up the odd construction gig. The whole family dynamic really changed when Logan was born as his father stayed home to look after him.
By most accounts, he had a pretty good childhood. His parents looked after him, and he did pretty well in school. Given his powers, they were discovered relatively late, as it just started with him being good at sports. When they finally realised he was a variant, his parents cast him out.

Living on the streets wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. His particular skill set made it rather easy. It was during this period that N.O.V.A. noticed him. Just a few reports on a man who could seemingly control his body to an extent never seen before. Abke to do unnatural things. He was watched closely for a while, but aside from stealing the odd piece of food, he wasn't really doing anything wrong. So they let him be. Just watching him from afar in case he decided to cause trouble.

Seven years ago, Logan got in a street fight. Another homeless fought him over some scrapes. Nothing major, but Logan finally found how far he could push his abilities in a combat sense. From there, he found a private security firm and joined up under the guise of being human. He got the job and started living out of an abandoned Church. He saved up and bought himself a small apartment. Two years ago, the firm started going bankrupt, so Logan, who had turned his life around, left and started his own firm.

[N.O.V.A. Profile]

Name | Veronica "V" Silverstone
Alias | Identia
Age | 24
Gender | F
Appearance | Standing at around 5'6, weighing about 130 pounds, V is an asian woman with flat, bright features. Her black hair is usually tied up into a ponytail. She has a healthy, feminine figure.
Notoriety | Unknown
Variant Type| Architect Level: Blue, potential for Red
Abilities |

Identia: Seemingly defying entropy, Identia is the ability Veronica has to create duplicates of herself. All of them are variants of herself, some seemingly identical to the original, others having considerably different personalities. The designated Alpha Veronica, the one born from her mother, can exert control over her clones, designated Epsilon. From suggestion to full on mind control, but the more control she exerts, the more unstable the Epsilons and the Alpha become.

Their goals are almost alway aligned, however, so this rarely comes up in any significant form. There have been up to 8 Epsilons at once, although Veronica hasn't pushed her abilities to their limits yet as obviously her life can become very, very hectic the more Epsilons there are. The Epsilons are fully grown women with their own thoughts and feelings. When they wish, it seems the Epsilons and the Alpha can share information with each other telepathetically.

Epsilons exist independantly of the Alpha. When Veronica is asleep, the Epsilons can be awake. If Veronica were to die, there is no reason not to believe the Epsilons could not continue to exist. The Epsilons can create more Epsilons as well. Although Veronica is currently 24, all of the created Epsilons spawn at age 23. This suggest that, as long as once Epsilon survives, a new group could be formed, and that this process could continue forever as all Epsilons, no matter what age the Alpha is, are created at age 23. If Veronica were to die, one of the other Epsilsons, the one closest in relation to her, would become the next Alpha.

The creation of an Epsilon is cleaner than one might expect. One of the other clones passes into a coma. Over a 48 hour period, there is a swirling of dust and particulates from the air, somewhat obscuring the process. Either way, these particulates quickly solidify into the organs of a fully grown woman. First, the skeleton is formed. Then the muscles and finally skin. The newly formed Epsilon is in a coma for 6 hours, and then she wakes up. This process can be interrupted if the creator Epsilon is sufficiently disturbed, and though it has not happened yet, a semi-formed Epsilon will still remain and will most likely die instantly. The newly created Epsilon has all the knowledge of the world Veronica had when she was 23, and is aware of their condition as a "clone" of the "original." However, it seems they often adapt the mindset and mood of the Epsilon or Alpha they are the creation of, and this affects their personality and goals. But they are all the same woman and share mostly the same life experience, so often their goals are intact. Their telepathic connection with each other also means they can always be on the same page and mindset on what the others are going through. To prevent confusion and establish a small personal identity, they all adopt nicknames.



This group of Epsilons and Alpha is collectively known as Identia, and is also the name of the ability Veronica has.

Currently, a small contigent of like-minded women provides little threat to the outside world. However, the possibility of large scale production of Epsilons is one to keep in mind. It is unknown how far Veronica could push herself or her Epsilons, but the creation of a small army is not an impossible outcome. The production of Epsilons would hypothetically increase exponentially. But all the Epsilons must eat, sleep, and be trained- though this process could be sped up by their ability to telepathically transmit information.

[Gear]
Attire | All of the Identia wear different clothes. Although a large percentage seem to favor the crop tops and skinny jeans that Veronica did when she was 23, they all wear something to seperate themselves from the other Identia, either from trying to acquire a sense of personal identity, or merely making it easier to tell who is who.
Armament/Equipment | Various improvised weapons if need be, but so far Identia have not considered the possibilty of creating some kind of militia.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | None
Alignment | Ringleader- Social Evil
Personality/Habits | Veronica is an odd woman. Absorbed into her own culture of herself, she is a self-obsessed woman who cares little except her own personal gain. She is enthusiastic and cheery, and genuinely so. Life is good, and it is meant to be lived! But often she finds it is other people and their issues that get in the way of her happiness. Wealth, power, these are things she cares about, things she desires. To make life even better. Plus, most people around her are dull, both in lacking intelligence and being so boring. She likes to play with people, see what they say when she says this. She is not lacking in social skills, she is perfectly capable of maintaining a normal relationship. But it almost always one way, as she has scarcely found someone worthy of her attention longer than a few months. Intelligent, but lacking in heart or soul.

Occupation/Trade | Veronica is in control of a small underground ring. The Epsilons have taken positions at various other locations, including waitressing, baby sitting, salons, and libraries.

Skills/Talents | Veronica and her Epsilons are intelligent, and fast learners. Given enough time, Veronica can become novice or adept at most masteries.

Veronica is a talented gymnast.

She is also trained in self-defense and markswomanship, and she is somewhat adept at both.

Family | Mother: Jessica Zhen, deceased. Father: Liang Wang, location unknown

Background |

Nian Zhen, even before she was put into the system, had to rely on herself. She never did like her parents, and felt very little when her mother passed away, and even less when her father disappeared. They were just in the way, she thought at the time. So much fighting, so little ambition. Boring. People who wanted nothing more but to eek out an existence in this world never had her respect.

Now in the system, a ten year old Nian Zhen was intelligent, ambitious, and charismatic. Her caretakers liked her. But she wanted more. As a child, she recognized how stupid and vulnerable she was, and it irked her. She yearned to grow older, become more indepedant, and learn more about the world and it's mechanisms.

If she wanted too, she could have worked her away into a comforting, stable life. But stability was tedius, comfort was boring. She wanted danger, excitement, growth. Wealth and power, those were the things she desired. That would make life fun. Then she would meet the real interesting people, those who sought out what they wanted and took it.

So she fell in with crime. At 18 she changed her name to something she thought was sexy and dangerous, rather than her chinese given name. Veronica Silverstone. Sure, that would work. Inspired by the books she read as a child, it was an English name, one that exuded feelings of wisdom and mystery.

She fit right in. Some underestimated her, and those paid for it. She was a talented runner, given her gymnast background, and was more clever than most of her station. At 23 years old, she slipped up. Delivering a package that was above her station, trying to take advantage of a tumultuous power vacuum by currying favor with the new money. Biting off more than she could chew, she was running from the cops when she slipped off a roof and banged her head. Most of the damage was internal. Concussed, she stumbled away, escaping into a dark alley and back into her apartment. Passing out, she was in a coma on the floor of her apartment for two days.

When she awoke, sleeping next to her was herself. It wasn't a hallucination brought on by her head injury, as she feared. It was too real. She could touch the woman on the floor, feel her breathing. She wrapped her up and laid her on the bed, and taking a break from her illegal work for a day to recuperate from her injury, waited for six hours. On the sixth hour, her clone awoke. It was an interesting conversation. The two of them worked things out quickly. Veronica was a Variant, and her powers were dormant for her whole life. This first Epsilon named herself Kilroy, and two became fast friends. Eventually, Kilroy experimented, using some self-prescibed medication to put herself to sleep. Veronica watched in horror and wonder as the dust in the room swirled into life. This second Epsilon became Yassaliah.

Veronica wanted to be an unknown, for now. Maybe she could keep her powers a secret. Or maybe she could go into new parts of town and convince people that Yassaliah or Kilroy were her twin sisters. It would be a complex web of lies, for sure. Veronica wanted more of herself. How many could she get away with? Like living with roomates, they could all find different jobs and split the rent.

Yassaliah wanted more. Moving out of town, she began a spree of robberies with another Epsilon she created, Phoebe. They began bringing home the money, and Veronica admitted, the idea of committing crimes like this was so fascinating. Imagine the possibilites!

So it was, The Identia became a small criminal crew. They passed as a pair of twin sisters when talking with other syndicates and crews, but in reality they were eight in number. Quickly, the "Twin Sisters" of Phoebe and Yassaliah became well known in the criminal underground for being able to pull off heists and get things done. Veronica sank ever deeper into her own little world, and her narcissim became ever more amplified. Indeed, the only person she could ever rely on...was herself. Nobody else mattered. It was only a matter of time before the Identia dabbled in security work and contracts involving violence. Their first kill was just a few months ago.

Yassaliah was shot and killed in a drug deal gone wrong. The other men who were working with the "Twin Sisters" assumed Yassaliah was dead, as was the truth, but lo and behold, Yassaliah was fine. An Epsilon named Boba took Yassaliah's place, while the real Yassaliah's corpse was hidden away. Who would look for a body when the woman was alive and well, infront of your very eyes?

Though saddened by the loss of Yassaliah, the fact that they got away with seemlessly covering up the death of one of their number was encouraging. Quickly, Yassaliah was replaced with an Epsilon of similar tempermant who took the name Jassaliah. In many ways, it was like Yassaliah never died at all.

For now, The Identia work in secret. Perhaps it is only a matter of time before their secret is revealed, but they plan to unveil it anyway soon enough. But things need to be in place. For it's no doubt that once Veronica reveals the full scope of her powers, she will become hunted by NOVA, and all of the other Epsilons will become hunted. When that happens though, the Identia will no longer have to hold back.

This list is a reminder of the personalities of the Epsilons. Their location and who they are talking too will be added on later.

Kilroy: Veronica's second in command, the first Epsilon. Serious, calculating, intelligent. Usually stays close Veronica. Currently in Veronica's apartment.

Phoebe: Rambunctious, bold, thirsting for adventure. Often out on the town with her "Twin Sister" Jassaliah. At an apartment with Jassaliah.

Boba/Jassaliah: Giddy, exciteable, thirsts for adventure. Works with Phoebe as the current "faces" of the Identia. If other Epsilons need to take The Twin Sisters place, they will adopt the names Phoebe or Jassaliah. At an apartment with Phoebe.

Layna: Works at a library. Booksmart. Closing up at the library in Midtown.

Plinko: Works at a restaraunt. Likes to sneak around. On the streets of Downtown looking for trouble and opportunity.

Abi: Wears a mask and helps out Phoebe and Jassaliah went need be. Obediant, content. Most likely canditate for Epsilon creation. Currently in an apartment with the Twins.

Bloodrose: Currently unemployed, wants to be a stripper for some reason, flirtatious, arrogant, ambitious. Currently convinced to lay low by the Alpha. Wants to create more Epsilons of herself. Currently at Wonderland.

Mary: Scout. While all of the others keep their ears on the street, this simple, quiet Epsilon likes eavesdropping and intel gathering more than anyone. Second most likely canditate for Epsilon creation. Currently renting out a scummy hotel.

Name: Relka Nyx
Alias: Shadowbroker
Age 27
Gender female
Appearance 5'6/173lbs
Alabaster white skin/black hair halfway down back/bluish grey eyes eyes
Notoriety: Wanted
Class/Level: | class 6/distortionist
Abilities | Umbrakinesis: Relka has full mastery of darkness and shadows. Able to create any number of melee weapons her mind can think of.

Shadow Travel: Relka can travel through any shadows. While moving like this, she has no tangible form, she cannot harn or be harmed by any other person or thing. She can only travel through shadows that are connected to each other. She can be knocked out of this form if there are no shadows to move in.

Darkform: Relka coats herself in darkness and becomes a living shadow. Her speed and strength are slightly increased and she takes on an almost demonic appearence.

Light weakness: Relka is extremely susceptible to extreme light. If she is exposed to any high concentration of light (i.e. a flood light) she cannot use her abilities effectively, or at all.

[Gear]
Attire | Relka dresses in a punk rock/goth atire. Favoring a laid back casual look that many mistake for a slacker lifestyle. She favors black clothing, skater shoes. But has been known to clean up if the situation requires.
Armament/Equipment | Relka is a minimalist. Relying a lot on her abilities for weapons and defense. Though has been known to carry a dagger and pistol in case her abilities are nullified.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation |: None
Alignment |: Hellion
Personality/Habits |: Relka has a laidback, carefree attitude, most people who don't know her would view her as lazy and childlike, almost aloof. Her overall attitude is flippant and sarcasstic, used as a means to keep distance from people. She is extremely cavailer when it comes to human life.
Occupation/Trade | Assassin/info broker
Skills/Talents | Stealth/assassination/intelligence gathering.
Family | Relka is an only child and hasnt seen her family in years since her abilities manifested.
Background | Relka was always a distant little girl growing up, she never had any real friends and the other kids were okay with that, no one wanted to get to know the quiet weird girl. By middle school she had come out of her shell enough to get to know some people,, though she always kept them at arms length. By highschool she felt like she had learned all she could from social interaction, even had a few boyfriends and girlfriends. But when her powers manifested she became a periah in her town. She was thrown out of her very anti-variant parents.

After living on the street until 18, she joined N.O.V.As M.A.D department and was trained in espionage, intelligence gathering, and assassination. She excelled in her work, she was both praised and condemned for her work. She excelled in all her missions, but she held care for human life and where ever she went, bodies would be found be they variant or human. After Variants were discontinued in M.A.D. Relka escaped and refused to reregister her I.D. instead she went underground, adopted the name The Shadowbroker and became an infobroker that is highly regarded as always reliable. And has even been talked into assassination work still, as long as your ok with a high body count...

Name | Morris Loup
Alias | Nightwolf
Age | 12
Gender | male
Appearance | Morris stands at 5.1 and has the average body type of a child. The most noticeable of his features is his bright red hair and intense eyes.
Notoriety | Watched
Class/Level | 2/4
Abilities |
Child of The Moon: Morris has the ability to transform into an 8 foot tall anthropomorphic wolf that grants him superhuman strength, durability, speed and agility. In this form he is more ferocious and has less control over his impulses. His form possesses incredibly sharp and powerful claws that can cut through most metal including. Morris' senses in this form are far more powerful than any normal human being, which also includes night vision. Unlike the creatures from horror films, Morris is not weak against silver bullets, but his form is not invincible and if he takes too much damage then he will revert back to his human form. Also being knocked unconscious will revert him back to his human form and make him vulnerable. Intense exhaustion will also cause him to slowly change back into his human form.

[Gear]
Attire | he was normal cloths
Armament/Equipment | none

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | independent
Alignment | Vigilante
Personality/Habits | Morris is a good kid who wants to do right, but his powers makes his temper flare when pushed too far. In his wolf form he loses a lot of control over his emotions and becomes more violent and angry, which can make him a danger to others if he isn't focusing on keeping his forum under control. His powers have made him a somewhat of a loner out of fear of hurting others and despite being bullied on occasions at school, Morris tries as hard as he can to keep his anger in check so he doesn't kill any of his follow students.
Occupation/Trade | school kid
Skills/Talents | he's pretty street smart and carries around a first edition of the boy scouts handbook
Family | he has a mother and father.
Background | Morris was born to a lower middle class family in New Haven and for as he could remember both of his parents had to work to keep the food on the table and get the bills paid. Because of this, many days saw Morris coming home to an empty house when he became old enough to stay home alone. His school life was rough and there were lots of bullies looking to pick on more vulnerable students. Morris was the kind of kid who would stand up for himself and try to stand up for other kids. this got him into several altercation with a few of the bullies.

Things changed for him when he got jumped by some local goons on Halloween night. He had been Trick R Treating while both of his parents worked late that day and while pulling a nice sized quantity of candy Morris was jumped by several neighborhood teenage thugs. They had wanted his candy and would have stolen it from him had he not felt his anger flare up to an insane level and then he felt intense pain as his body transformed for the first time into what only could be described as a werewolf.

With ferocious snarl he scared the goons away and grabbed one of them with his sharp claws and flung him into several garbage cans. In his state of rage and animalistic mentality Morris left his candy behind and leaped onto rooftops and began to run across the roofs of the city at rapid pace. eventually his anger died down and he changed back to normal and found himself dressed back in his Halloween. It took him a long time to find his candy bag again and it was very late when he got home. Thankfully his parents hadn't gotten back yet so he wouldn't have to explain what had happened.

Morris knew that this meant he was a Variant, a superhuman with incredible powers. He wondered if he could control his new found form and decided to test out his new powers when his parents were away and he found a place with very people to see him transform. his few transformations had him be in almost full control while in his new form, but the emotions and sheer animal instinct within the werewolf was hard to keep under control, but he was able to do it.

it wasn't too long after that he realized with his powers he could become a vigilante and fight crime while his parents were away at work. Despite being twelve years old, no would suspect that he was the ferocious beast known as Nightwolf.

Name | James McCarthy
Alias | Atlas
Age | 30
Gender | male
Appearance | James stands at 6 feet and has athletic type of body. His costume is black trench coat with a black fedora and black pants as well as black leather shoes.
Notoriety | employed
Variant Type/Danger Level | Amplifier/green
Abilities |
Clue Finder: James' power allows him to pick up on the smallest details of an object or area around him and thus aiding him in detective work. This can range from noticing tiny scratches on wood to seeing the flaws in the design of an image. This power is sight based and because of its nature James has a hard time focusing on one task when his eyes are drawn to so many details in his surroundings. This can cause him to become distracted and makes him multitask. It also makes being in large crowds disorientating and forces him to concentrate on keeping his senses from wandering.

[Gear]
Attire |

Armament/Equipment | He has two nightsticks, a taser and a standard police handgun, a pair of police handcuffs and law enforcement shotgun.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | New Haven PD
Alignment | Peacekeeper
Personality/Habits | James has a large sense of duty to keep order in the city by solving cases. He has eyes for a mystery and solving a case. James tries to approach situations from a rational and logical perspective instead of an emotional one. He believes that law enforcement should focus on practicality and rational solutions instead of emotional and sentimental ones.

Many have called him apathetic, but he doesn't call refer to himself in that way and just views that statement as something people call him from a place of emotion. James believes that Variants should use their powers to the best of their abilities to make their lives better without turning to crime.

James also prefers local law enforcement and his very suspicious of federal government agencies.
Occupation/Trade | Detective
Skills/Talents | expert boxer and brawler. sharp shooter and excellent detective skills.
Family | he has both his parents as well as a brother and a sister.
Background | James was born in New Haven in the Ville Rouge district, to a upper middle class family. His father was a doctor and his work kept the family's wealth in good shape. His father was good man who viewed his job a noble cause and loved helping people. James however never had any interest in the career of a doctor, no he always preferred things like detective work. When he was a little he read lots of detective stories and watched many detective movies. His favorite birthday present was when his parents bought him an expensive detective's kit with all of the tools needed to try and hone detective skills of his own.

When James had started high school he developed an interest in philosophy as well as become an avid reader of the Sherlock Holmes novels. It was around this time that his Variant ability activated and he discovered that his ability to pick up on very minor details had become inhuman and he quickly put this good use helping him solve cases as a Private Investigator and had great success.

When he went to collage he studied in philosophy as well as forensics and criminal psychology. In his study of philosophy James developed a strong belief in individualism mixed with an equally strong belief in logic and rationalism. Once he was out of college he went through the process of becoming a detective for the New Haven Police Department.

Some in the department thought that it would be a good idea to have a variant be a part of the police force as a sign of good faith with the variant population in the city. Once he became a real detective James saw himself helping solve many cases throughout the city, some even jokingly called him 'the world's greatest detective'

Even as a member of the New Haven police department James still chose to take an alias and used the name Atlas when dealing criminals.

Name | Jayson Vargas
Alias | None
Age | 20
Gender | Male
Appearance | 5'8" - 130 lbs - Slim
Notoriety | Watched
Variant Type/Danger Level | Mentalist / RED LEVEL
Abilities | Surveillance, first-hand accounts, and attempts to secure the target has all ended in spectacular failure. Subject Jayson Vargas has displayed the usage of strong, wide-reaching telekinetic powers. From infantile studies done with the permission of his parents, it has been documented by premier scientists at N.O.V.A HQ that he draws on the kinetic energy around him to fuel his ability. Telekinesis, telepathy, barrier-creation, and self-healing are powers both seen and documented-the latter two seemingly instinctively done. The target however appears unaware of his Variant abilities and as such other powers are speculated to exist within his telekinetic array.


Attire | None.
Armament/Equipment | None.


Affiliation | Independent
Alignment | Free Spirit

Personality/Habits | Jayson has a difficult time concentrating on any one thing for extended periods of time. His mind flutters about when left alone, often time leaving him in a physical daze. Without the mind-dulling effects of music or other literary fancies, Jayson tends to dream or daydream in most cases of the countless inconceivable concepts seeking his attention. Many of which he hardly understands. The voices of people around him often scurries into his mind-space and despite this, his fear of standing out keeps him from seeking outside help. His need for freedom won't allow him to be hospitalized, however he's intelligent enough to know that his psychotic breaks, and quirks, could cause trouble. Until he gets it all under control, he's decided to play on his introverted tendencies.

Occupation/Trade | Freelance Artist/Animator

Skills/Talents | Drawing, exceptional analyst of situations

Family | Garrod Vargas (Adopted Father - Alive) & Natalie Vargas (Adopted Mother - Alive)

Background | At the age of four he was orphaned. By ten he was adopted by Garrod and Natalie Vargas, raised as their own with enough space to develop into himself. The Vargas couple moved around a lot up until they settled in New Haven. By this time Jayson had just turned seventeen and he had cemented a few bad habits. He distanced himself from most people; though he had many talents and was reasonably handsome, he lacked the confidence. He holed himself up in his home, at the age of nineteen, after saving up a bit of money from his side-gig of animating, he moved out of his parents home and into Ville Rouge.

Now twenty, he animates out of his own apartment and rarely leaves. He hear the voices of people hunting him, watching him, and waiting for an opportunity. Any reason to "Bring him in". Because of this a bit of paranoia has entered his life. Since before his adoption, Jayson had always felt something swelling around him; the paranoia has turned it into a thorny overcoat. Always itching and digging into his skin.

Name | Jeremiah Surles
Alias | "Surles"
Age | 34
Gender | Male
Appearance |
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 71 kg
Build: Athletic
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From footage from public surveillance cameras, Jeremiah has wore Formal, to semi- casual clothing. Wearing black/blue slacks with matching blazer. Jeremiah has wore no tie. On days with a colder temperature, Jeremiah had wore a Tang-Trench Coat along with him.
Armament/Equipment |
From licencing information, it is known that Surles has many concealed weapons of his. Having a Glock 19 with 3 magazines on hand, also having Beretta Model 92 with 2 magazines. He is equipped with Kevlar that is concealed over his dress shirt, along with a set of handcuffs, a 18 inch baton, a switchblade( A 'Gray-Area' of the law when possessing said knife), and a bottle of pepper spray. In the squad car, it is shown that he carries a Remington Model 870 with 40-50 shells.
Miscellaneous items:
- 1 E-Vap
- Communication devices.
-Set of NHPD Omni-Lens'
- Packet of chewing gum
[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | NHPD- New Haven Police Department
Alignment | Moral Neutral
Personality/Habits |
Interview's with Surles' peers show hints of his everyday life. Posing as no Variant threat, N.O.V.A keeps little tabs on Surles and instead intends to keep the section short.


*Informant has shown that they have not befriended Surles, but it shows how most of his peers may see him as.


* It was confirmed that the Informant was intoxicated with an unidentified drug and was unconscious in the middle of the interview. He then was taken to the infirmary, where he then denied any more interview's.
Occupation/Trade | Police Detective
Skills/Talents |
Footage and Academy records show that Surles was a remarkable at observing, finishing the standardized simulation in record time- 1 hour 17 minutes 14 seconds. Surles has shown on many occasions that he is able to shoot accurately with many weapons given to him. To go along with this, he was a high-school wrestler for 4 years, and is shown to use some techniques when apprehending a suspect.
Family |
-Joseph Surles (Father): Deceased
-Mary Surles (Mother): Incarcerated
-Joseph Surles Jr. ( Brother): Alive
- Elisabeth Surles (Sister): Alive
Background |
N.O.V.A has received, and recorded the following information:

Jeremiah Surles was born on July 13th in a suburban town of [REDACTED]. Blood type: AB-, Birth Weight: 5.3 pounds, and circumcised. Joseph Surles was the patriarch of the family, as Mary Surles stayed at home to raise the future 3 children. Joseph worked as an animator working for a popular children's Cartoon show:The Misadventures of Squid-man. It was said that Jeremiah was harassed at school for his father working as the head animator for the show ( SEE: Extended Interview with Howard [REDACTED]). Jeremiah was the eldest in his family and one of the only other workers of the household- taking up the job in a local market.

His source of the grappling sport has been suspected to be started when on: July 11th, when surveillance footage shows he was beaten to near death from his peers. It was shown that Jeremiah curled up into a ball and seemed helpless. His peer's were then sentenced to juvenile hall and Jeremiah was hospitalized. From his therapist's accounts, he seemed to have a mental strain after the incident, and was scarred. It was then that Mary had enrolled Jeremiah in a local wrestling club.

Life seemed to be normal for Jeremiah, his life as mundane as any average person would go through. He passed high with IB and AP classes, getting a scholarship at New Haven's Mid-Town University. He was enrolled in Criminal Justice and passed. It was after he got his bachelor's degree that he enrolled into the police academy.

He had served for years and was infamous of many Variant captures. His greatest feature was capturing [DATA EXPUNGED].

As of now, he specializes in variant-related cases, from homicides to rape. Suspicion on Jeremiah's skills have made some N.O.V.A agents believe that Jeremiah himself is a variant. From current testing, this was proved false.

Name:Aurora Lorell

Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."

Alias: Nevermore
Age: 24
Gender: female
Notoriety: Missing
Alignment: Revolutionary
Level: yellow
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: on disability

Appearance:


Her own mask is a summons. The skull of the bird that had once haunted Edgar Allen Poe. So long as she carries on a name that show's its legacy she has been allowed to hide behind it's remains.

Mutation: Aurora has the ability to create bonds and contracts with beings from other plains of exsistance. The Lesehn, Binky, noon wraith, the salesmen, and a grim are her main team at the moment. Her bonds always changing due to her team having lives for themselves and eventually cutting ties, forcing the woman to go back and hope she can find something that can take it's place.

Many think this power is limitless. Theories on the web that one day Nevermore is going to unleash dragons and godzilla on their bustling city. Yet she can only call what is willing, some beasts taking months or years to gain their trust, before she could issue some kind of partnership. Some beasts being trickier than most, and could easily lash out and kill her in the process of gaining them under her wing.

She's great as backup. Her summons giving her a wide list of skills on the field, but as a driving force of combat, she is terribly outmatched. Small and quick, but unable to actually take a punch.

Equipment: Her cane, though she's never used the blade, her father gave it to her after realizing she's been getting into trouble.


Skills: Aurora was a competitive horseback rider as a child. Giving her an advantage when she's riding her summons, Binky. She also has amazing hearing, that she can pin point in some areas. Working best in a team, since her abilities ride on her working with her own readily made team. Now you can find her writing songs to sing in her apartment, far away from people.

Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around, she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment. Realizing she was a poster child of someone in needed has only added to her independence and caused her to get into trouble because of it.
Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need, usually from just being beside them, to show that she will always have your back. She's a bit of a fidgeted though, tapping her fingers, clicking her tongue or bouncing her leg, the woman has to always be doing something with her hands if she's left alone. Her greatest fear being absolute silence, you can always trust on her to make some kind of sound.

Bio: Aurora was born to a family that had been heavily involved with animals. Blind, but still free to roam what she would call a farm. Horses, goats, dogs and a few chickens always ready to be the source of her entertainment. She had a fairly normal childhood, her parents getting her into 4-H, and other activities so their child could try and stand on her own as much as she could. A daring, happy little thing who's world came crashing down when she found out she was a mutant.

She thought it was a nightmare the first time. Waking in a cold wasteland of twisting brambles and a grey sky. The caw of crows sounding in the distance as an icy chill would creep up her spine, only to come back in her room. Again, and again she would enter world after world. She started to get anxiety, insomnia, her room was a place of dread, feeling as though her mind was ready to snap. Again, and again she would find herself there as she screamed out at the void only to be answered with the crow, and the sound of heavy footfalls. Eventually her fear of crows developed into the real world, the sound of them causing her to run and hide, keeping her from even going outside.

It was when her father found the decaying raven following her, did he realize what had happened. His daughter's nightmares being her own creation, as they followed her in every waking moment. Her world was crashing down, instead of excitement it was fear, she didn't want this, she wanted to be normal. Out of any power. why something that caused her to scream and lock herself away?
Her parents couldn't sit and watch though. Instead finding a specialist to help her gain control over her abilities so she could try to have some normalcy in her life.

Teenage years develop rebellion however. Summons locked away were starting to be explored the more she realized she could use them for her own gain. Her first summons was a fox, a simple thing that could never be caught, leaving her annoying neighbor out in the woods for hours, furious with the sight of a fox that he could never catch. Then she called a dog, after her parents told her she couldn't have another one. Eventually becoming more daring, more needy as a pale horse, of silent hoof falls greeted her in the nights.
Realizing her abilities were something more, something powerful had caused her to move to the city. The raven that haunted her before, now donned her features as she looked out over the endless sound the streets had to offer. Sounds of cars, of laughter, of drugs, of beatings and robbers.

Her first hunt with the pale horse, had her hooked. A simple mugging that caused the man to belive death itself had come for him. Voice trembling with terror only to find she offered no harm. She was someone under that mask, she was more than blind Aurora the farm girl, she was Nevermore. The rider of the pale horse, and the bringer of dreams to her friends and nightmares to her enemies. Her name being whispered on the news and web causing her to go even deeper into the world of vigilantes.

She's been away on a job for the last six months. Another group in the city Roon causing her to leave her home to offer aid. A rescume mission for fellow mutants, where she offered cover and disguises using the help of her newest partner. The salesmen, with her work done however she just wants to get back home with her dog, and back to her old life.

Theme outside of battle:
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Extra:
Her seeing eye dog. Goliath, the goodest boi!

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